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: After all Professor, this is your problem, not mine. You promised to show me your blundering police methods and you certainly have. Sorry, I can't give more assistance. Good luck. Insp. Porfiry
: Thanks. Why did you call me Professor? Roderick Raskolnikov
: Because, eh, you profess to know something about crime. Insp. Porfiry
: I may sound like a preacher, but, the truth remains that there is no prisoner, steel-bound, as a man's conscious. Nothing that we could devise, is as horrible as the torture conscious will inflict on a man. Conscious, day-and-night, waking-and-dreaming. Roderick Raskolnikov
: Take your hands off me!
[last lines as Sonya and Roderick enter his office
] Insp. Porfiry
: I've been waiting for you.
: [after the pathetic prime suspect has left his office
] The more I see of humanity, the more I marvel at its infinite variety. The difference bwtween a nan and a monley isn't as much between ine man and another. You're right my friend. One man of genius is wort a milllion like him.
: [to Roderick
] How long do you think you can keep up this pretense? Forever? For all eternity? Roderick Raskolnikov
: You're wasting your time. Insp. Porfiry
: Then I'm afraid I'll have to send an innocent man to Siberia - vety likely to his death. It's not my doing after all - it's yours. I don't know how you feel about it, but it's a worse crime than the other in its way, more cold-blooded and fiendish. A Napoleon might be able to carry it off, but you're not a Napoleom, my friend. Not hard enough. I'm sorry for you. I wouldn't be in your place for anything in the world.